particularly difficult son or daughter. It’s also not for the best that all human
corruption is uncritically laid at society’s feet. That conclusion merely
displaces the problem, back in time. It explains nothing, and solves no
problems. If society is corrupt, but not the individuals within it, then where
did the corruption originate? How is it propagated? It’s a one-sided, deeply
ideological theory.
Even more problematic is the insistence logically stemming from this
presumption of social corruption that all individual problems, no matter how
rare, must be solved by cultural restructuring, no matter how radical. Our
society faces the increasing call to deconstruct its stabilizing traditions to
include smaller and smaller numbers of people who do not or will not fit into
the categories upon which even our perceptions are based. This is not a good
thing. Each person’s private trouble cannot be solved by a social revolution,
because revolutions are destabilizing and dangerous. We have learned to live
together and organize our complex societies slowly and incrementally, over
vast stretches of time, and we do not understand with sufficient exactitude
why what we are doing works. Thus, altering our ways of social being
carelessly in the name of some ideological shibboleth (diversity springs to
mind) is likely to produce far more trouble than good, given the suffering that
even small revolutions generally produce.
Was it really a good thing, for example, to so dramatically liberalize the
divorce laws in the 1960s? It’s not clear to me that the children whose lives
were destabilized by the hypothetical freedom this attempt at liberation
introduced would say so. Horror and terror lurk behind the walls provided so
wisely by our ancestors. We tear them down at our peril. We skate,
unconsciously, on thin ice, with deep, cold waters below, where
unimaginable monsters lurk.
I see today’s parents as terrified by their children, not least because they
have been deemed the proximal agents of this hypothetical social tyranny,
and simultaneously denied credit for their role as benevolent and necessary
agents of discipline, order and conventionality. They dwell uncomfortably
and self-consciously in the shadow of the all-too-powerful shadow of the
adolescent ethos of the 1960s, a decade whose excesses led to a general
denigration of adulthood, an unthinking disbelief in the existence of
competent power, and the inability to distinguish between the chaos of
immaturity and responsible freedom. This has increased parental sensitivity
to the short-term emotional suffering of their children, while heightening
their fear of damaging their children to a painful and counterproductive
degree. Better this than the reverse, you might argue—but there are
catastrophes lurking at the extremes of every moral continuum.
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